FAKE Fic: A Bridge In New York
Title: A Bridge In New York
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: Several years after Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee and Ryo take a walk one night and find themselves somewhere that brings back happy memories.
Word Count: 748
Written For: Challenge 412: Bridge at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Dinner at the new Thai place that had opened a couple of months earlier had been amazing, although Ryo suspected he and Dee had both eaten more than they really should have. He’d had to surreptitiously loosen his belt a couple of notches, and they’d lingered at their table, making their drinks last, for a good fifteen minutes after they’d finished eating, feeling too stuffed to move.
Now, as they left the restaurant, Ryo decided he didn’t want to head home just yet. It was a warm night in early summer, the last traces of a glorious sunset were still staining the darkening sky, and there was a refreshing breeze stirring his hair.
“Feel up to taking a walk?” he asked his lover.
“On a night like this?” Dee grinned at him. “Would be a crime not to. Pick a direction.”
Laughing, Ryo twined his fingers through Dee’s. “Direction doesn’t matter, let’s just start walking and see where we end up.”
“Works for me.”
They didn’t talk much as they walked; there was no real reason to, it was enough just to be together, strolling companionably along the sidewalk, letting the other pedestrians move out of their way for a change. Gradually night settled in, the streetlamps started to come on, and Ryo suddenly stopped.
“Hey, I know where we are!” Smiling, he tugged on Dee’s hand, leading him down a side turning. “The Vietnamese restaurant used to be right there,” he said, pointing at a building that now housed a wine bar. “And just down here is the Manhattan Bridge.” He tugged Dee in that direction, walking a bit faster than they had been.
They stopped again just before the bridge. A lot had changed in the city over the last fifteen years; new skyscrapers had been constructed and old ones pulled down, but some things remained the same, and the bridges that spanned New York’s two rivers were among them. After all, they’d been built to last for centuries, and were carefully maintained by the city to ensure that they would.
“You wanna walk across?” Dee asked.
Ryo shrugged. “Now that we’re here it would be silly not to.” He glanced at his lover as they started walking. “D’you remember the first time we did this?”
“’Course I do; that was a night I’m never gonna forget. You took me out for dinner, and told me you loved me, right here on this bridge.”
“Underneath that streetlamp.” Ryo pointed ahead of them. “I can’t believe we haven’t been back here since then.” They’d eaten at the Vietnamese restaurant several times over the years, but every time they had, the weather had been so miserable that the idea of taking a long walk across the river and back hadn’t been remotely appealing.
“Circumstances. Seems like forever ago, so much has happened since then, but we’re here now.” Hand in hand, they stopped beneath that one particular streetlamp and turned to each other. “Think it’s my turn to kiss you this time, assumin’ you have no objections.”
“None whatsoever.”
Dee leaned in and for several minutes, the rest of the world went away as they kissed, each of them remembering that long-ago night, the true beginning of their relationship. When they finally parted, they leaned against the bridge, arms around each other, gazing out at the East River, Manhattan on one shore, and Brooklyn on the other.
“It’s still just as beautiful as I remember,” Ryo murmured. “All the lights twinkling, reflecting off the water… It’s no wonder tourists like it.”
“One of the many wonders of the Big Apple,” Dee agreed. “Sometimes I forget how lucky we are to live here.”
“That’s because we spend our days investigating violent crimes, usually in the worst parts of the city. We’re so busy focusing on crime scenes and evidence, we forget to look at the bigger picture. We take all this for granted, if we think about it at all.”
“We don’t take the important things for granted though.” Dee pulled Ryo closer. “As long as we always remember to appreciate each other and what we’ve got, I figure we’re doin’ okay.”
“More than okay. Love you, Dee.”
“Love you too, babe. Whatever else might change, that never will. Count on it.”
Just like the bridges of New York, their love was built to last, on a foundation of friendship, trust, and mutual respect that would withstand whatever life threw at them. They’d never forget how lucky they were.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: Several years after Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee and Ryo take a walk one night and find themselves somewhere that brings back happy memories.
Word Count: 748
Written For: Challenge 412: Bridge at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Dinner at the new Thai place that had opened a couple of months earlier had been amazing, although Ryo suspected he and Dee had both eaten more than they really should have. He’d had to surreptitiously loosen his belt a couple of notches, and they’d lingered at their table, making their drinks last, for a good fifteen minutes after they’d finished eating, feeling too stuffed to move.
Now, as they left the restaurant, Ryo decided he didn’t want to head home just yet. It was a warm night in early summer, the last traces of a glorious sunset were still staining the darkening sky, and there was a refreshing breeze stirring his hair.
“Feel up to taking a walk?” he asked his lover.
“On a night like this?” Dee grinned at him. “Would be a crime not to. Pick a direction.”
Laughing, Ryo twined his fingers through Dee’s. “Direction doesn’t matter, let’s just start walking and see where we end up.”
“Works for me.”
They didn’t talk much as they walked; there was no real reason to, it was enough just to be together, strolling companionably along the sidewalk, letting the other pedestrians move out of their way for a change. Gradually night settled in, the streetlamps started to come on, and Ryo suddenly stopped.
“Hey, I know where we are!” Smiling, he tugged on Dee’s hand, leading him down a side turning. “The Vietnamese restaurant used to be right there,” he said, pointing at a building that now housed a wine bar. “And just down here is the Manhattan Bridge.” He tugged Dee in that direction, walking a bit faster than they had been.
They stopped again just before the bridge. A lot had changed in the city over the last fifteen years; new skyscrapers had been constructed and old ones pulled down, but some things remained the same, and the bridges that spanned New York’s two rivers were among them. After all, they’d been built to last for centuries, and were carefully maintained by the city to ensure that they would.
“You wanna walk across?” Dee asked.
Ryo shrugged. “Now that we’re here it would be silly not to.” He glanced at his lover as they started walking. “D’you remember the first time we did this?”
“’Course I do; that was a night I’m never gonna forget. You took me out for dinner, and told me you loved me, right here on this bridge.”
“Underneath that streetlamp.” Ryo pointed ahead of them. “I can’t believe we haven’t been back here since then.” They’d eaten at the Vietnamese restaurant several times over the years, but every time they had, the weather had been so miserable that the idea of taking a long walk across the river and back hadn’t been remotely appealing.
“Circumstances. Seems like forever ago, so much has happened since then, but we’re here now.” Hand in hand, they stopped beneath that one particular streetlamp and turned to each other. “Think it’s my turn to kiss you this time, assumin’ you have no objections.”
“None whatsoever.”
Dee leaned in and for several minutes, the rest of the world went away as they kissed, each of them remembering that long-ago night, the true beginning of their relationship. When they finally parted, they leaned against the bridge, arms around each other, gazing out at the East River, Manhattan on one shore, and Brooklyn on the other.
“It’s still just as beautiful as I remember,” Ryo murmured. “All the lights twinkling, reflecting off the water… It’s no wonder tourists like it.”
“One of the many wonders of the Big Apple,” Dee agreed. “Sometimes I forget how lucky we are to live here.”
“That’s because we spend our days investigating violent crimes, usually in the worst parts of the city. We’re so busy focusing on crime scenes and evidence, we forget to look at the bigger picture. We take all this for granted, if we think about it at all.”
“We don’t take the important things for granted though.” Dee pulled Ryo closer. “As long as we always remember to appreciate each other and what we’ve got, I figure we’re doin’ okay.”
“More than okay. Love you, Dee.”
“Love you too, babe. Whatever else might change, that never will. Count on it.”
Just like the bridges of New York, their love was built to last, on a foundation of friendship, trust, and mutual respect that would withstand whatever life threw at them. They’d never forget how lucky they were.
The End